A Past Long Forgotten
Note: I am aware of the Nasuverse and Saber's pact to the world. I'm going to edit this story just a little bit. Rico isn't Saber's reincarnation, but she materialized in the child's body as a result of the summoning spell going horribly wrong. Throughout the story, Saber will claim her materialized body. This will turn into a Holy Grail war with Heroic Spirits fighting with masters or on their own. It's story my, and I like my idea. =]
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Fate/Stay Night or Gunslinger Girl, they each belong to their respectful owners.
Chapter 2: Awakening
"Good morning Rico.'Henrietta sat up, looking down at the other cyborg. The brunette added. "You're up early."
"Oh, good morning."She looked back at Henrietta with a smile. "I'm just awake, that's all." Rico grinned, turning her attention back outside. The cyborg opened the closet, pulling out a red long sleeved shirt and khaki tan pants. After getting dressed, she walked out the door-going down the hallway.
No one was really up, since the hallways were completely quiet. Rico walked steadily, looking at her her hand. She smiled, running down the hallway to the lunch room. The food had been just cooked, and some of the workers of the agency were at tables drinking coffee; engaged in light conversation. Rico picked up a plate, she got a omelet and a roll of bread with a glass of water.
Sitting down at a table, Rico saw Claes walk in. The other cyborg picked up a bowl of yogurt and sat down beside Rico. The blonde cyborg looked at her, then started to eat.
"Something up?"Claes spoke up, looking at the friend. " You're not in your usual mood.."
"Claes, can I ask you something?"
"Sure what is is it Rico?"
"Well, do you remember your dreams?" Rico asked, finishing what was left of her bread. "I had one last night, and I can't seem to get it out of my mind... It wasn't even about me have no legs and arms again..."
"You sure you aren't over reacting Rico? We all have dreams, but we can't remember them very well though." Claes replied, looking at her. "That's why we wake up crying, but it's just that we don't even know what about. Even the doctors ask us why we are crying."
"No, it's not that...I mean I even woke up feeling the pain this person felt..." Rico replied, taking a bite out of her omelet. "If it wasn't a dream...how could I have made up such a thing?" She smiled, looking at her. "I like to stick to my guns and training, I don't think about much else though..."
"Maybe you should go ask a doctor or Jean, Rico." Claes stated, looking at the other cyborg.
"I might, but I'm going to the gun range first, so I can practice. Jean would be mad if I didn't." Rico got up, taking her tray back. She left the dorms, heading outside down to the training grounds. Rico carried her machine gun with her.
Upon arriving, Rico noticed that her handler was waiting for her by the targets. "You're a little early Rico." He stated coldly, looking at his watch. "Now, I want you to fire three, ten second burst on each target you see on your side Rico."
"Yes sir." She nodded, aiming her weapon at the targets. She fired several times, then stopped only to fire again. After Rico was finished, she put her gun down. The cyborg looked at her hits, that showed her all the kill shots she made.
"That was terrible." Jean looked at her, saying other wise. "Don't recklessly aim, Rico."
"Yes sir."
Rico looked over to see the other girls gathering to practice, or what's called "Conditioning." She glanced over what they were working on, when she feel Jean's hand on her head.
"Rico, listen to me. We have a mission dealing with a rather large, dangerous terrorist group in Venice. We , along with Jose, and Hillshire's team are going. We'll head out later, and start the mission late out night. Maybe we can catch a few of these guys planting bombs..." Jean explained, "Go get ready Rico, I expect you to leave on time."
The cyborg looked at her handler, and nodded. She put her weapons up and quickly went inside. Rico watched Henrietta back a few things, then started to pack a little bit herself. She placed her carrying case beside her bed and laid down. Rico's mind kept wondering to the bizarre dream she had had the previous night.
"Rico, you're acting strange today..." Henrietta spoke up, folding the red jacket that Jose got her.
"No, I'm okay. For some reason I just have a lot on my mind today." Rico replied, stretching out on her bed. "Dreams sure are interesting, right Henrietta?"
"Yeah, but I don't really remember any of them though..." Henrietta looked at her, zipping her bag up and leaned it against the wall.
Rico looked at her, then sat up; bouncing on the bed a little bit. She giggled, hopping up on her feet. "I do though and this one I had last night..I remember it so vividly."
"What do you mean Rico?"
"Do you know who King Arthur is?"
"No, but Jose probably does maybe even Claes."
"Can we ask?" Rico looked at her, grinning ear to ear. "I really wanna know who this person is.."
Henrietta laughed, looking at her friend. "Sure we can! We'll ask when we're on the road later today!"
The two cyborgs got their things, and headed outside to the car. After loading up, the girls were stopped by their handlers with Hillshire and Triela. The older Cyborg looked at them with a warm smile. "All set?" She asked.
"We are!" Rico grinned, getting in the van. "I call window seat!"
"Middle seat!" Henrietta smiled, getting in after Rico.
Triela laughed, putting her things in the back of the van. She got in, sitting beside Henrietta. Jean sat in the driver's seat with Jose in the passenger seat. Hillshire got in the very back of the van. Pulling out of the parking lot, Rico's focus out the window. She seemed to be in another trans again.
For a few hours, the drive was long and quiet; with some small talk her and there. Henrietta looked at Rico, lightly shaking the dozing of Cyborg. "Weren't you going to ask Jose something?"
"Ask me what?" Jose looked back at them, with a smile on his face.
"Who's King Arthur?" Rico looked at Jose, full of curiosity. "That person seems very important."
"Well Rico, King Arthur is a legend from the island of England or Great Britain. He was a great ruler, creating Camelot and the Knight of the Round Table; who were honored and served for justice. Back then in those times so they say it was a good time to live." Jose explained. "Arthur himself carried a Holy blade, Excalibur, from the Lady of the Lake. Sadly, the weapon was stolen from him and the kingdom had fallen while he was in Rome thanks to-"
"Mordred."Rico had cut him off, "Mordred wanted to be king but Arthur wouldn't allow it."
"That's right Rico," Jose smiled, as Jean glanced back at her through the rear view mirror. "Arthur killed Mordred, but he was greatly wounded as well and the injuries wouldn't heal. He died, somewhere away from the battlefield and his most trustful Knight Bedivere threw the blade back into the lake."
"Was King Arthur real?"
"No, but some believe that he was; since Arthur changed everything." Jean stated, keeping his eyes on the road, 'If he was, he had good intentions."
"Jean has a point, but there are some people who believe he was real. The stories of Excalibur aren't real, but they say Arthur was the king who chased the Saxons out of Britain. Another thing, other researchers have come to the point where they think that Arthur created Christianity in some way."
"So, either way he was important?"Rico asked.
"Yes, but tell me Rico, why do you have so much interest in a fairy tale?" Jean asked, looking back at her. "Where did you even hear this story?"
"Oh...I stumbled upon it one day sir.."
"Very well."
The rest of the drive to Venice was quiet, Rico didn't want to ask anymore question but she did have many running her mind. She quietly looked out the window, "I like riding in a car..."
"Hey, Rico." Triela looked at her. "How did you know who Mordred was?"
"Oh, I just came across King Arthur and Mordred the other day. They seemed to be interesting people." Rico smiled, looking at her with a grin.
When they arrived in Venice, the group was stationed at a hotel right in the middle of the city. Rico walked upstairs to put her bags up. As she came back down, she noticed Henrietta and Triela outside in the narrow alley way. Rico went back outside with her weapon's case on her back. "What are you guys doing?" She asked, looking at the two with a smile.
"Nothing, just waiting on the handlers to discuss some business upstairs." The older cyborg looked at her, "We should be heading out in the matter of a few hours."
"I can't wait to nail some bad guys!" Rico smiled, looking at Henrietta and Triela. The blonde cyborg jumped around, looking at the water.
"Rico, get your things we'll be leaving her in a bit. Understand?" Jean approached, looking at his tool.
"Yes sir." Rico nodded, picking her case up, putting it on her back
"Tonight, our target is a small group of terrorists that have been setting bombs off in and around landmarks. These people our murderers, and they've killed nearly twenty people in gun violence. We're ordered to kill these men." Hillshire stated. "These men are presumed heavily armed and their leader is well guarded. We can leave it up to you cyborgs to take them out."
The three cyborgs nodded, looking at their handlers. They all got ready, waiting for the cover of night fall. As the sunset, each handler with their cyborgs headed out into open water. The boat sailed over to an abandoned building to the east. Rico jumped off the boat onto the concrete. She ran to the side of the building with her gun ready. Triela was on the other side, her gun raised to the sky while Henrietta was hidden in the boat with a machine gun.
Triela busted the door down as Rico came in behind her. They held each others back shooting the unsuspecting guards. A few came running down stairs, but the older cyborg shot them point-blank in the head. Rico jumped passed them, going upstairs. Henrietta came in with the handlers, killing the members who had barged upstairs from the basement. Rico kicked one of the doors down, shooting at a few people who turned to look at her. She noticed two escaping out up the emergency stairs to the roof. The cyborg followed them, keeping her finger on the trigger. She slowly walked sideways to the top, holding her gun out. Rico looked around, but the two men were gone.
Henrietta ran back outside, seeing if anyone managed to get away. Triela was right behind her. Rico slowly walked passed a small hut-like building on top, looking for the two missing men. She looked down at the water, but there wasn't any boats.
"Don't move brat." She heard a voice call behind her, feeling the cold steel of a blade on her neck. Before Rico could even swing around, the other man shot her clear in the head. She stumbled back, falling into the water.
"Rico!" Henrietta called, watching her fall. The gunmen followed behind her with several bullets in his body. Several gunshot could be heard at the top of the roof before the other man hit the concrete below. Jean looked at them from the roof, Henrietta could see he was suffering from some minor scratches.
Suddenly, the cyborg's attention turned to the water. "Is she really...?" Henrietta looked up at Triela.
"You know as well as I do...that's are vital point. None of us could survive that.."Triela looked away from Henrietta.
Jean came back down, quietly looking down at the river. It was to dark to see anything. "We'll deal with it in the morning. Right now, Jose and Hillshire take the other girls back to the hotel." He put his sunglasses on, walking off. Triela turned to follow, but Henrietta stayed behind.
The brunette studied the water, with a frown on her face. Her eyes widened, when she saw a small hand grasped the concrete and Rico pulled herself up; gasping for air. The cyborg coughed several time, trying to completely pull herself out of the water. "Rico!" Henrietta smiled, pulling her friend up. "You should be dead! You were shot in the head!"
"I was?" Rico looked at her, with a utter confused expression. She then smiled. "I don't think I got hit."
"Yes you did, we all saw it." Jean grabbed her chin, looking at her face. "But there's no sign of being hit, or even injured. No human nor cyborg could heal that quickly."
"It did feel like I was holding something heavy in my right hand, but it wasn't a gun." Rico wrapped her fingers around thin air, but something round in her hand. "See! Now I can't squeeze my hand all the way when I think about it."
Henrietta reached out, sliding her hand across something. She pulled back, seeing that her palm was bleeding. "Jose, there is something there."
The other cyborg, Triela looked at her hand. "Well, there has to be or you wouldn't be bleeding!"
Rico smiled, but grasped her head with both hands hearing some voices. She fell to her knees, then to the ground unconcious. Jean looked at her, scoffing. "That blow to the head made her delirious, take her back to the hotel and let her rest."
Henrietta looked up at Jose. "Is there something wrong with Rico?" She looked up at her handler with concern.
"Maybe, I'm not sure. Rico wasn't lying about what she had in her hand or you wouldn't have been cut by it." Jose looked in thought. "But it still doesn't make sense about why she didn't die from the shot... It should have killed Rico instantly but she's alive and well. We have to see what this matter turns into Henrietta, but I can already tell this might be a problem."
In the morning, Rico woke up in a bed. She sat right, looking around to see the other cyborgs sleeping. The blonde looked at her hand, feeling a strange energy flow through her hand. Rico frowned. "I guess I messed up this time..."
Are you fully awake? A voice rang inside of Rico's head. I've been waiting to talk to you for sometime now...It is very important for you to know what it about to happen...
Oblivion's Oathkeeper
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